Original article posted by Minty:

My World Is Upside Down

Hair matted in a curtain
hangs limp and prophetic
mattress duster tickles ears
and eyes survey late dawn room

Scratch click of the door
faded blue upside wrong

“Get up.”


My world is upside down.

Yellow bus smell mates-
with cold morning scent
ear muffs sing.

I sit.

Crank and sputter of the ill-
engine. And the bag lady
too small to dodge.

Smoke and blood.

My world is upside down.